Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter silvered wings,

Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun split clouds and done a hundred things
you have not dreamed of…

Wheeled and soared and swung
high in the sunlit silence

Hov’ring there

I’ve chased the shouting wind along,
and flung my eager craft through footless falls of air

Up, Up, the long delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
where never lark nor eagle flew;

And, while with silent, lifting mind,
I’ve trod the untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand,
And touched the face of God …